The madam Queen Tepe met me near a bustling harbor in Final Fantasy XIV. “Will you be coming to the mansion?” she asked me. “I’d appreciate an escort,” I responded. Moments later, I’d meet five of them.

It wasn’t until I was walking to the clinic, wasting an hour of my day to get a test I shouldn’t have needed to get, that I went from annoyed to pissed. It wasn’t until I saw my blood filling a syringe, and willed it to not be infected, that I went from concerned to chest-clenched freaked out, realizing what I’d…

On a recent trip to Berlin, Alex Lomas’ acquaintance posed him a challenge: Can you find a Bluetooth-enabled butt plug in the wild, and can you turn it on without its owner’s help? Lomas, a penetration tester with the British cybersecurity firm Pen Test Partners, pulled out his phone, consulted the detection app…

When I give the dating app LoveFlutter my Twitter handle, it rewards me with a 28-axis breakdown of my personality: I’m an analytic Type A who’s unsettlingly sex-focused and neurotic (99th percentile). On the sidebar where my “Personality Snapshot” is broken down in further detail, a section called “Chat-Up Advice”…

To be rich means to be able to throw buckets of money at a condo association and buy a million dollar view of the New York City skyline and all that comes with that: from the ‘Grammable sunsets to the writhing bodies of strangers copulating in the park you can see directly from your window.

There are three things in life that I love: Sex toys, technology, and repurposing stuff in my home so that I can someday achieve my goal of breaking Etsy and/or Pinterest with my doubtlessly charming Brooklyn-based craft projects.

The bottoms looked like they could melt into each other. They were facing each other and sighing, hands clasped for support as they each got nailed from behind. I’d been watching one who I guessed was in his late 20s rotate through the following pattern for about a half hour: He danced for two minutes or so, sucked…

How better to confront your issues, relationship or otherwise, than by filming yourself and your partner fighting, boning, and brushing your teeth, then watching that back with a therapist and two other couples?

The extended trailer for Fifty Shades Freed, the final film in the sleek sexual punishment trilogy, is out and delving into new, exciting erotic territory: the marriage of a wealthy, monogamous couple.

I’m old. So old that my introduction to “porn” was hardcover books in my parent’s den. When I was a teenager, Judy Blume’s Wifeywas hardcore imagery for me. Eventually, I was an adult and I could order OnDemand movies from Comcast. Then I got semi-knowledgeable about porn and what I liked. While I understood the…

Recently, we discussed an important question here at Jezebel.com: What do you eat after sex? Suggestions were thrown out, debate was had, and conclusions were drawn. But in response to the poll question “What food goes well with sex?”, only 9.09 percent of respondents agreed that “an entire roasted chicken” was the…

Sex saddles are the Hells Angels of the sex toy world. Sure, everyone’s heard of them—you’ve maybe even watched a gripping documentary about them on A&E. That said, not many of us have ever had direct contact with one. I had no idea that when I finally did get a hold of a sex saddle it would be less about orgasms and…

Residents of a New York City public-housing building on the Lower East Side have one gentle but urgent request for guests of the Public hotel: please stop fucking with the blinds open because everyone can see you.

PICTURE THIS, OKAY? YOU ARE FRIGGIN’ 3 FEET DEEP IN THE MOST GORGEOUS HOT TUB IN MANHASSET, GULPING VINO WITH A BUSINESSMAN, A RECENTLY SEPARATED HUSBAND, THE OWNER OF A BEAUTIFUL AND VERY HIGH-END PAIR OF WOMEN’S SUNGLASSES (CLASSY), A FUCKING ICON—ANTHONY “THE MOOCH” SCARAMUCCI, THE GODDAMN COMMUNICATIONS DIRECTOR…

There was no foreplay, so to speak, in “The Queen’s Justice,” the third episode in the seventh season of Game of Thrones; as with the first two episodes, events are unfolding fast, and from the opening scene they were just rammin’ shit in there, like, “Fuck it! Jon Snow’s at Dragonstone now! Keep it moving!”